A Plea...


Aches and pains,
Fears and cares;
Some real,
Some hidden,
Most, not even there.
Burdened by this life;
I need some respite.

I remember him;
With a little envy perhaps.
He’s cut loose,
He’s free!
Why him
And not me?

Understanding, I don’t claim;
Nor any clarity.
Where to, from here, Lord?
I’m tired, help me.

-          R. D. P.

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